Score - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  “What kind of thing?” I asked suspiciously, unsure of whether I wanted to hear the answer.

  Chase scratched his head. The bandage was off his forehead, but he still had a bad bruise there, and I’d seen him limping around the house when he thought no one was looking.

  “It’s nothing…you’ll get all riled up again,” he said.

  “Tell me right now,” I insisted, even more worried about what he was so desperate to hide from me. He finally looked me in the eye and sighed before telling me what I already knew deep down.

  “I’m going to fight tonight,” he said softly. “I wasn’t gonna worry you with it, I know how you get. I know you think I should quit, but the prize tonight…it’s huge. I couldn’t say no.”

  My eyes widened with horror and anger, and I wanted to throw myself at him and claw at his stupid smug face. “You can’t go,” I pointed out instead. “You still haven’t recovered. You’re all bruised and battered. You couldn’t win this way, Chase.”

  I thought if I played the losing card, he’d give up. I knew how much those victories meant to him. He’d admitted as such the other night.

  “I’m going,” he said, not hearing a word of my speech. “I’m leaving right now, in fact. I’m already late.”

  He walked down the stairs like he didn’t have a care in the world, and pure rage consumed me. He said he’d quit! Yet here we were again…

  Chase was treating me like an idiot and, even worse, he wasn’t looking out for himself. He was doing this for all the wrong reasons, and sooner or later, he’d get caught by some media hounds, cops or background checkers for his father’s opposition…or worse, he’d get badly hurt again.

  Or killed.

  I rushed after him, nearly tumbling down the stairs and losing the perfume bottle in the process. My weapon tumbled down the stairs, announcing my arrival.

  “Stop right there,” I said to Chase, my voice ice cold. He stopped just a few steps away from the front door, giving me a questioning look.

  “I don’t have time to argue, Lina,” he said. “It’s a done deal. I’m leaving now. You should just go back to bed.”

  “Like hell I will!” I growled at him, running for the front door as he stared me down. I stopped in front of it, making sure it was inaccessible to Chase if he tried to get past me. I was blocking it with hands, legs and an attitude to boot.

  “Let me through,” Chase said. “I’ll be late!”

  “No way,” I said, giving him an angry look. “You said you were going to quit fighting!”

  “Whatever. Look, I needed to leave ten minutes ago,” he replied.

  “Over my dead body.”

  We stared at each other, glaring hard. If looks could kill, we’d probably both be rolling on the floor in agony by now.

  “Move, Lina,” Chase growled at me. “You knew I’d consider quitting for you, but you’ve done nothing but avoid me for the last week. You’ve made yourself pretty clear.”

  God, that’s not why I’ve been avoiding you, I wanted to scream. But right now, there was no time for that. I just had to stop him from leaving.

  “You’ll have to carry me away if you want to get past me,” I said, waving my hands in the air as he came closer. He was fast, reaching me in a second…and I knew I was no match for him.

  That wasn’t going to stop me.

  “You’ll never get past me, Chase Stryker!” I yelled, giving him a hard look, but he only met me with a fiery gaze of his own. And then he was next to me, and I froze on the spot, ready to fight him for the door.

  Only he didn’t try to fight me.

  He didn’t even try to talk to me. Instead, his arm snaked around my waist and crushed me against his hard chest, possessive and angry. His mouth came down on mine before I even had time to react, and he pulled me up off the floor.

  My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the door, his tongue finding its way into my mouth, and I moaned, my breath raspy. There was no room to be surprised. There was only pure, raw passion.

  He held me in his arms, crushing me against his body. I felt his heart, and my own joined its rhythm, thumping heavily in my chest.

  “Chase,” I whispered when his mouth roamed to my neck, biting down on my tender skin just like he had on our first night together in the hotel. “We can’t do this…you know we can’t—“

  “Shh,” he whispered in my ear. “Not this time. This time, you’re mine.”

  So I let myself do it. I melted into his kiss, became one with his body. I let him carry me from the door and kiss me hard, just the way I needed it.

  We’d started something and stopped in the middle so many times before. That was our game; start, stop, start, and then stop again.

  But this time, we weren’t stopping.

  This time, it was for real.

  Chapter 15

  Chase

  Everyone knew that in a fight, there were no draws. Not really. There was one winner and one loser, and I was never the loser.

  Except when it came to Lina.

  The other week, I thought I’d finally lost.

  I’d had her in my arms, had my mouth on hers…and then she’d run away. Again. She’d avoided me for a week, and I’d been sure that she didn’t want me anymore, and that our kiss the other night had simply been an error in judgment for her. Another mistake. So as hard as it was, I’d tried to forget and gone back to my old ways. I’d had Tripp schedule me in for another fight tonight; an important one, too, against an old rival who’d been desperate to go up against me one-on-one again, so he could try to beat me this time.

  I’d wanted to feel that euphoric rush of adrenaline flowing through me as I fought him again; the one thing I knew would make me feel good…although deep down, I knew there was something else that could make me feel just as good. Someone else.

  Lina.

  Then I saw her tonight, all sexed up in a frilly little black nightie and bright red lipstick as she blocked my exit from the house, and I’d known she still wanted me. She’d been waiting for me.

  And now I was going to have her.

  Fuck the fight.

  I pressed my body against hers as I took her in my arms, and goose bumps erupted all over her arms as I stroked my fingers up and down her soft skin. She was breathing fast, like the dam of inhibition inside her had finally cracked open and all of her desires were spilling out in an uncontrollable torrent. I tightened my grip on her, sucking on her lower lip as she moaned, and I pulled away from our embrace for a second, watching her mouth fall open in a perfect ‘O’ shape of surprise as I pushed her up against the wall.

  I grinned, clamping her hands up behind her head, and I could see everything she was feeling at once, written on her beautiful features. She was nervous, excited, hot, aroused, yearning…and I was exactly the same.

  “Kiss me again,” she begged.

  I took it slow, teasing her this time, trailing my mouth across her neck, earlobes and the side of her face. She shivered beneath my touch, and I groaned as her hand tentatively pressed against my crotch. I felt like an animal. I was out of control, and when it came to her, I always would be.

  “Come on,” I murmured, unable to wait another second. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

  Without giving her any warning, I scooped her up into my arms, and she gasped as I carried her upstairs before striding into my bedroom and switching the light on. I wanted to see every inch of her.

  Then I was on her again. Clothes disappeared in a fevered frenzy of hands, and my fingertips roamed all over her body, devouring every inch of her skin.

  She pulled back a moment later, standing before me and gazing up at me, her pupils dilating as my hands coasted over her perfect tits. I squeezed them, kneaded them, rolled her nipples around in my fingers, and then I lowered my mouth to them, taking one of her stiff nipples in my mouth.

  She gasped as I sucked on it and then ran her hand through my hair, gripping it and pulling me against her until
I nibbled on her breast, making her cry out. My fingers made their way down her stomach, and finally, they arrived at the last piece of fabric covering her body. Her little black thong.

  I got down on my knees, and with my teeth, I pulled her thong down. She let out a nervous giggle, as if she hadn’t been expecting that. With my hands, I helped her step out of the underwear, and finally she was fully nude, her perfect pussy staring me right in the face.

  I looked up at her, watching as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. Christ, she smelled so fucking good, and I knew she’d taste even better.

  I hovered between her legs, and she squirmed as I moved even closer, my hot breath teasing her. I slid my tongue up through her soft folds, drawing a circle around her clit, and she let out a soft moan and leaned her hands back on the dresser behind her for support. My cock was already so hard it ached, and I wrapped my hands around Lina, grabbing her ass and pulling her pussy closer to me. I wanted to taste every inch of her sweetness and make her scream out loud, over and over again.

  I’d never wanted to make a girl this happy before. I’d always made sure other girls I’d been with in the past enjoyed it, but I’d never cared about them on this deep of a level. With Lina, I didn’t just want to give her an orgasm. I wanted to give her everything.

  My heart thumped like crazy in my chest as my tongue continued to dance over her clit, and she spread her thighs wider for me, giving me more access to her body. Her fingers twined in my hair, pulling me closer still, and I moved my tongue faster, licking and sucking on her clit like it was the last meal I’d ever have. Fuck, I could have done this forever, spurred on by her soft moans and trembling legs. She didn’t even know how fucking hot she was.

  Her whole body began to writhe a moment later, and she pushed her hips forward, sucking in air like crazy as my tongue continued its assault on her clit. I kept my rhythm steady, pulling her higher and higher, and then I slid one finger up to her entrance, drawing a desperate whimper from her lips. She was so tight, and every inch of her shook and shuddered as I slid the finger in, feeling her warm walls close around me.

  I pulled my mouth away from her pussy for just a second and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed now, and her lower lip was clamped between her teeth as if she knew she would scream the house down if she didn’t keep quiet.

  I massaged her front wall with my finger and returned my mouth to her clit, working it with my tongue again. I could feel every muscle she had tightening as she drew closer and closer to the edge, so I sped up my efforts, and finally she let go, moaning like crazy as her body began to jolt.

  “Oh…oh, God!” she groaned. I kept going, licking her through her climax, and her walls clenched around my finger as she kept coming and coming.

  Finally she pushed me away, too sensitive for me to keep going. I rose to my feet and kissed her neck before pressing my mouth back down on hers, and she whimpered, tasting herself on my lips.

  “Please,” she whispered, breaking away. “I want more. I want you…”

  I picked her up again and threw her down on the bed, and she skittered up to the top, pressing her knees together.

  “Don’t be shy now,” I said with a grin. “You weren’t two minutes ago.”

  She smiled and watched as I grabbed a condom from one of my drawers, and the pungent smell of latex hit my nose as I tore open the packet.

  “You sure about this?” I said sliding it down over my cock and giving her a questioning look.

  She looked down at my cock as if suddenly realizing it was there for the first time. “It’s…it’s so big,” she said.

  Well, she certainly knew how to flatter a guy…

  “We can stop all this right now if you don’t want to do it. I want you to be comfortable,” I replied.

  She shook her head and patted the bed beside her. “No. I want to. Get over here.”

  She didn’t have to tell me twice.

  I jumped onto the bed, pressing my weight down on my elbows as I slid up between her legs. Her skin was already coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and I reached down between her legs again, drawing out her juices and spreading them all around her entrance. Then I grabbed my cock and held it right there, and she swallowed hard.

  “Do it,” she whispered.

  I pressed inside her in one hard movement, and she gasped and dug her nails into my back. Every inch of her trembled as I stretched her and filled her, and she threw her head back, moaning and whimpering as I began to slide myself in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

  I crushed my lips on hers again, silencing her moans, and she kissed me back. Hard. I slowly withdrew from her, and she pulled away from the kiss and demanded I keep going, so I grinned and ever-so-slowly inched back inside her, making her dig her nails into my back even harder.

  “I said…keep…going,” she demanded.

  “Well, if you insist on controlling everything…” I replied.

  I slid out and grabbed her arms as I rolled over, and with a yelp of surprise, she found herself on top of me. She got used to being there right away, and she smiled and planted her hands on my chest, holding herself steady as she straddled me and lowered herself back onto my cock.

  She began to ride me, slow and steady at first, then built up to a crescendo, moans spilling from her lips as she ground her clit against my pubic bone. For a moment, all I could hear was the slapping sound of our sex, skin against skin.

  I was in fucking heaven. Literally.

  She looked down at me, right into my eyes, and as she came again, I knew she was the only girl I’d ever want, ever again. No one could even come close to her.

  I held her hips as her body began to slow, distracted by her second climax, and I kept thrusting into her, pumping her up and down on me until my own pleasure began to announce itself in a rush of heat up to my groin.

  But I didn’t want to come just yet. Oh no, I wanted to keep this going as long as possible.

  I pulled out of her and growled an order at her. “On your knees.”

  She turned around, and I roughly grabbed her, pressing my throbbing tip back up to her entrance.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Fuck me like this.”

  I began to push inside her, and in this position, she was tighter than ever. I grabbed her ass as I slid in, slapping it, making her gasp, and then I started to fuck her hard, slamming inside her as her body shook. The whole bed was moving now, and she was almost hitting the headboard, but I held her hips and kept her steady and out of harm’s way as I buried myself in her, over and over.

  “Chase!” she cried out as I fucked her with wild abandon. “Oh…God…”

  I reached between her legs, finding her clit, and then I leaned down and growled into her ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

  She nodded wildly, and I kept rubbing her swollen pearl as I fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot. Come on my cock,” I ordered.

  “Oh….oh!”

  My words were enough to send her crashing over the edge again, and her inner muscles clenched down on me, sending white-hot pleasure shooting up from my balls.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, pulling her back on my cock one more time. My dick throbbed and twitched inside her, and finally, I pulled out and rolled onto my back.

  We spent the next three minutes lying there in silence, trying to catch our breath.

  “Oh God…that was so wrong,” Lina finally gasped out. “Our parents would murder us if they knew.”

  I grinned. “Well, you know me. I kinda like doing the wrong thing.”

  She bit her lower lip before replying. “I kinda liked it too…”

  I growled and wrapped her in my arms again, crushing my mouth down on hers.

  And then it started all over again…

  Chapter 16

  Lina

  I was happy.

  Even though I was doing the wrong thing, even though I knew the honeymoon period would end sooner or later…
a smile was permanently plastered on my face, and I felt something warm in the pit of my belly. Happiness. So deeply rooted in me that I wondered how I would ever live without it again.

  That evening, Chase kept sneaking glances at me and winking as we got ready. My cheeks were constantly flushed; making my Mom worry I was coming down with something.

  We were getting ready for a campaign donor dinner at our house. It was a big and important event for Peter, and a press team had prepped all of us. The house was spotless, the catering company my Mom used to work for had provided an amazing spread, and it was going to be a great night.

  I didn’t even protest once when I had to get ready, and I put on my beautiful gown and cast a satisfied look in the mirror. It was a long but tight crimson dress along with heels and pantyhose, and while my Mom wasn’t looking, I replaced the pantyhose with thigh-high stockings, thinking how I’d surprise Chase with them later.

  As the doorbell rang, we all exchanged nervous smiles and I took Lily’s hand, going to greet the first guests. Soon, the event was in full swing, champagne glasses clanking together and laughter sparkling up in every corner of the room.

  “You look stunning, Lina,” my Mom whispered in my ear as she brushed past me, and we exchanged smiles. She was beaming, and once again I realized she was happier than I’d ever seen her.

  I knew she’d been happy with my Dad, but for all my life, he’d been sick and needed constant care. He’d been optimistic, even though cancer had claimed his life in the end. Mom had always been by his side, and even now, I never doubted her love for him, but I knew she was happy with Peter, too.

  Lily looked precious, running around in her cute pigtails and sweeping the floor with her long floral dress. Goldie was up in her room, and I kept catching Lily trying to sneak upstairs to cuddle her. Such a little rascal.

  Chase was busy mingling with guests, and I lived for those stolen glances between us. I knew I looked different all dressed up, and I couldn’t wait to show him more of myself, as naughty as that was.